The Severed Hand | Page 2

bequest. This was the first misfortune that I
encountered. Henceforth nothing but ill-luck attended me. My
reputation as doctor would not spread at all, because I was ashamed to
act the charlatan; and I felt everywhere the want of the recommendation
of my father, who would have introduced me to the richest and most
distinguished, but who now no longer thought of the poor Zaleukos!
The goods of my father also had no sale, for his customers had deserted
him after his death, and new ones are only to be got slowly.
Thus when I was one day meditating sadly over my position, it
occurred to me that I had often seen in France men of my nation
travelling through the country exhibiting their goods in the markets of
the towns. I remembered that the people liked to buy of them, because

they came from abroad, and that such a business would be most
lucrative. Immediately I resolved what to do. I disposed of my father's
house, gave part of the money to a trusty friend to keep for me, and
with the rest I bought what are very rare in France, shawls, silk goods,
ointments, and oils, took a berth on board a ship, and thus entered upon
my second journey to the land of the Franks. It seemed as if fortune had
favored me again as soon as I had turned my back upon the Castles of
the Dardanelles. Our journey was short and successful. I travelled
through the large and small towns of the Franks, and found everywhere
willing buyers of my goods. My friend in Stamboul always sent me
fresh stores, and my wealth increased day by day. When I had saved at
last so much that I thought I might venture on a greater undertaking, I
travelled with my goods to Italy. I must however confess to something,
which brought me not a little money: I also employed my knowledge of
physic. On reaching a town, I had it published that a Greek physician
had arrived, who had already healed many; and in fact my balsam and
medicine gained me many a sequin. Thus I had at length reached the
city of Florence in Italy.
I resolved upon remaining in this town for some time, partly because I
liked it so well, partly also because I wished to recruit myself from the
exertions of my travels. I hired a vaulted shop, in that part of the town
called Sta. Croce, and not far from this a couple of nice rooms at an inn,
leading out upon a balcony. I immediately had my bills circulated,
which announced me to be both physician and merchant. Scarcely had I
opened my shop when I was besieged by buyers, and in spite of my
high prices I sold more than any one else, because I was obliging and
friendly towards my customers. Thus I had already lived four days
happily in Florence, when one evening, as I was about to close my
vaulted room, and on examining once more the contents of my
ointment boxes, as I was in the habit of doing, I found in one of the
small boxes a piece of paper, which I did not remember to have put into
it.
I unfolded the paper, and found in it an invitation to be on the bridge
which is called Ponto Vecchio that night exactly at midnight. I was
thinking for a long time as to who it might be who had invited me there;

and not knowing a single soul in Florence, I thought perhaps I should
be secretly conducted to a patient, a thing which had already often
occurred. I therefore determined to proceed thither, but took care to
gird on the sword which my father had once presented to me. When it
was close upon midnight I set out on my journey, and soon reached the
Ponte Vecchio. I found the bridge deserted, and determined to await the
appearance of him who called me. It was a cold night; the moon shone
brightly, and I looked down upon the waves of the Arno, which
sparkled far away in the moonlight. It was now striking twelve o'clock
from all the churches of the city, when I looked up and saw a tall man
standing before me completely covered in a scarlet cloak, one end of
which hid his face.
At first I was somewhat frightened, because he had made his
appearance so suddenly; but was however myself again shortly
afterwards, and said: "If it is you who have ordered me here, say what
you want?" The man dressed in scarlet turned round and said in an
undertone:
"Follow!" At this, however, I felt a little timid to go alone with this
stranger. I stood still and